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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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HYMNS    T 


FROM    THE 


EARLY    ENGLISH. 


NEW   YORK: 
E.    P.    DUTTON   AND    COMPANY, 

713  Broadway. 
1870. 


"31  *  C" 


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E.    P.    DUTTON    AND    COMPANY, 

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PRINTED    BY    H.    O.    HOUGHTON    AND    COMPANY. 


CONTENTS. 


The  Sweetness  of  Jesus 7 

Prayer  to  Jesus 13 

Be  Thou  my  Comfort,  Christ  Jesus     .        .17 

The  Love  of  Jesus 20 

See  what  our  Lord  suffered  for  our  Sake  27 
The  Virtues  of  the  name  Jesus  (Prose.)         31 


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n^HE  poems  here  collected,  as  well  as  the 
-*■  fragment  of  prose  appended,  are  taken 
from  a  manuscript  bearing  the  date  of  1430. 
They  are  the  work  of  unknown,  probably  of 
various  hands. 

As  interesting  specimens  of  Early  English, 
these  hymns  were  introduced  during  the  year 
1868,  by  a  literary  society  of  England,  to  the 
small  circle  of  its  members. 

In  preparing  them  for  the  more  general 
reader,  there  has  been  no  attempt  at  modern- 
izing beyond  what  seemed  necessary  in  order 
to  render  them  pleasing  and  intelligible  with- 
out the  aid  of  glossary  and  notes. 

The  work  has  been  its  own  reward  :  yet 
the  compiler  will  feel  an  added  pleasure  if 
this  little  book  shall  serve  in  any  degree  to 
point  the  way  to  some  of  the  hid  treasures 


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HYMNS   TO  JESUS. 

of  our  noble  old  English  language;  if  it  shall 
bring  any  of  us  nearer  in  spirit  to  the  sim- 
plicity and  fervor  of  the  days  in  which  these 
hymns  were  written ;  above  all,  if  it  shall 
deepen  the  reverence  of  any  mind  for  that 
blessed  Name  in  which  good  men  of  every 
age  and  land  have  put  their  trust. 
New  Haven,  Conn.,  Sept.,  1869. 


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THE  SWEETNESS  OF  JESUS. 

JESU,  Thy  sweetness  who  might  see, 
And  have  it  to  hirn  fully  shown, 
All  earthly  love  would  bitter  be, 

All  nought  would  be,  save  Thine  alone. 
I  pray  Thee,  Lord,  that  lore  teach  me 

Aftej  Thy  love  to  hunger  most, 
To  set  my  heart  alone  on  Thee, 

And  in  Thy  beauty  make  my  boast. 

Such  pleasant  love  on  earth  none  is, 

His  beauty  if  I  can  but  see, 
His  love  will  fill  my  heart  with  bliss, 

For  "  King  of  Love  "  is  called  He. 
With  truest  love  (I  pray  for  this) 

Firmly  to  Him  I'd  bounden  be, 
So  that  my  heart  were  wholly  His, 

And  nothing  please'd  me  but  He. 


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HYMNS    TO   JESUS. 

If  nature  bids  me  love  my  kin, 

Then  (I  was  thinking  in  my  thought) 
Even  by  this  law,  I  should  begin 

At  Him  who  hath  me  made  of  nought. 
His  likeness  lives  my  soul  within, 

And  all  this  world  for  me  He  wrought ; 
He,  Father-like,  my  love  did  win, 

And  to  His  heaven  He  hath  me  brought. 

Mother-like,  too,   He — well  I   ween  — 

Before  my  birth  to  me  took  heed, 
And  since,  by  baptism  washed  me  clean, 

Who  was  defiled  through  Adam's  deed. 
With  noble  meat  He  feedeth  me 

(For  His  flesh  that  is  meat  indeed) ; 
A  better  food  may  no  man  see  — 

To  .lasting  life  it  will  me  lead. 

Brothers'  and  sisters'  place  He'll  fill ; 

So  hath  He  said  and  taught  this  lore, 
That  whoso  wrought  His  Father's  will, 


HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

Brethren  to  Him,  the  Lord,  they  were. 
My  nature,  too,  He  took,  and  I 

Full  truly  trust  in  Him,  therefore, 
That  He  will  never  let  me  die, 

But  with  His  mercy  salve  my  sore. 

The  love  of  Jesus  passeth  sure 

All  earthly  love  that  may  be  here  ; 
My  spouse  He  is,  my  bridegroom  pure, 

Well  ought  I,  then,  to  hold  Him  dear  : 
Both  heaven  and  earth  are  wholly  His, 

And  Lord   He  is,  of  greatest  power  ; 
Called  is  He  "the  King  of  Bliss;" 

I  long  to  learn  His  love's  deep  lore. 


Upon  His  love  methinketh  long, 

For  He  hath  mine  full  dearly  bought ; 

When  I  was  far  from   Him  with  wrong, 
From  heaven  to  earth  He  hath  me  sought. 

My  wretched  nature,  too,   He  bore, 
And  all  His  pride  He  set  at  nought, 


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HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

Poverty  saw,  and  suffering  sore, 
Ere  me  to  lasting  life  He  brought. 

From  heaven  to  earth  He  came  away, 

To  free  me  when  I  was  a  slave ; 
My  love  alone  such  gift  can  pay, 

Yet  for  my  love  His  life  He  gave. 
With  my  great  foe  He  fought  for  me, 

Wounded  He  was,  and  bitterly  bled, 
His  precious  blood  full  plenteously, 

Full  piteously,  for  me  was  shed. 

His  sides  all  bruised  and  bloody  were 

That  sometime  were  full  fair  to  see  ; 
His  heart  was  pierced  with  a  spear ; 

His  grievous  wounds  were  ruth  to  see ; 
He  gave  His  life  for  guilt  of  me, 

My  ransom  He  hath  made  secure ; 
His  death  should  be  full  dear  to  me, 

And  pierce  my  heart  with  pity  pure. 


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51  ii  p: 

HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

For  pity  my  heart  should  break  in  two, 

If  to  His  kindness  I  took  heed  ; 
I  was  the  cause  of  all  His  woe, 

Punished  was  He  for  my  misdeed. 
To  lasting  life  that  I  might  go, 

His  manhood  suffered  death  most  sore  3 
Yet,  when  He  willed  to  leave  His  woe, 

He  rose  again  through  Godhead's  power. 

Heaven's  plenteous  bliss  His  toil  hath  paid  \ 

Crowned  is  the  King  that  did  prevail  ; 
His  banner  broad  is  still  displayed 

Whene'er  my  foe  will  me  assail. 
Well  ought  I,  then,  to  be  His  own, 

He  is  the  friend  will  never  fail, 
And  nothing  asketh  He  for  boon, 

But  true  love  for  His  fierce  travail. 


With  loving  works  to  do  His  will, 
I  truly  ought  if  I  were  kind, 


—^12^ ■ 

HYMNS    TO  JESUS. 

Both  night  and  day  His  word  fulfill, 
And  ever  have  my  Lord  in  mind  ; 

But  ghostly  foes  they  grieve  me  ill, 
Frail  is  my  flesh,  and  I  am  blind  ; 

To  His  great  mercy  fly  I  still, 
No  better  safety  can  I  find. 

No  better  safety  is  for  me 

Than  to  His  mercy  to  betake, 
Who,  with  His  ransom,  made  me  free, 

And  me,  a  wretch,  His  child  will  make. 
I  pray  Thee,  Lord,  for  pity  sweet, 

Grant  I  may  never  Thee  forsake  ; 
But  give  me  grace  from  sin  to  flee, 

And  love  to  Thee  that  may  not  slake. 

Jesu,  for  Thy  great  sweetness'  sake, 

Have  mind  of  me  when  hence  I  wend  ; 

To  Thee  my  sinful  soul  wilt  take, 

And  shield  me,  Lord,  against  the  fiend  ! 


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HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

Thy  mercy  pardon  all  I  miss, 

Thy  grace  my  soul  to  heaven  send  ! 

Thus  lead  me,  Lord,  into  Thy  bliss, 
To  live  and  love  Thee  without  end  ! 

Amen. 


RICHARD  DE   CASTRES  PRAYER    TO 
JESUS. 

Oratio  magistri  Richardi  de  Castre  qicam  ipse  posnit. 

JESU,  my  Lord,  that  madest  me, 
And  with  Thy  blessed  blood  hast  bought, 
Forgive  what  I  have  grieved  Thee, 

With  word,  with  will,  and  eke  with  thought. 

Jesu,  in  whom  is  all  my  trust, 
Who  died  upon  the  rugged  tree, 

Withdraw  my  heart  from  fleshly  lust, 
And  from  all  worldly  vanity. 


HYMNS   TO  JESUS. 

Jesu,  O,  for  Thy  five  wounds'  smart, 
On  side,  and  hands,  and  blest  feet  two, 

Wilt  make  me  meek  and  low  of  heart, 
And  Thee  to  love  as  I  should  do. 

Jesu,  and  for  the  bitter  wound 
That  went  into  Thy  very  soul, 

For  sin  that  hath  my  spirit  bound, 

Thy  blessed  blood  must  make  me  whole. 

And,  Jesu,  Christ,  to  Thee  I  call, 
Who  art  a  God  all  full  of  might ; 

O,  keep  me  clean,  lest  I  should  fall 
In  deadly  sin,  by  day  or  night. 

Jesu,  O,  grant  me  what  I  ask, 

Perfect  my  patience,  give  me  peace, 

And  never  may  I  do  that  thing 
Shall  Thee  in  any  wise  displease. 

Jesu,  who  art  our  heavenly  King, 
Most  truly  God,  and  man  also, 


— ^i5^ 

HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

O,  give  me  grace  of  good  ending, 
And  those  that  I  am  hoi  den  to. 

Jesu,  0,  for  the  deadly  tears 

That  Thou  didst  shed  for  iriy  soul's  sin  \ 
Hear  Thou,  and  speed  my  piteous  prayers, 

And  grant  that  heaven  I  may  win. 

Jesu,  for  them  I  pray  Thee  now 
Who  anger  Thee  in  any  way  ; 

Withhold  Thy  wrath,  and  teach  them  how 
To  serve  Thee,  too,  henceforth,   I  pray. 

Jesu,  the  greatest  comfoiter 

Of  thy  true  servants  every  one, 

O,  comfort  them  that  careful  are, 
And  help  them  that  are  woe-begone. 

Jesu,  O,  keep  them  that  are  good, 
Amend  them  that  have  grieved  Thee, 

And  send  them  fruits  of  earthly  food, 
As  each  one  needs  in  his  degree. 


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HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

Jesu,  in  whom  no  falsehood  is, 

Almighty  God  in  Trinity, 
O,  cease  these  wars,  and  send  us  peace, 

With  lasting  love  and  charity. 

Jesu,  who  art  the  corner-stone 
Of  Thy  true  church  terrestrial, 

O,  bring  thy  folds  and  flocks  in  one, 
And  be  the  Shepherd  of  them  all. 

Jesu,  O,  for  thy  blessed  blood, 

Bring,  if  Thou  wilt,  those  souls  to  bliss 
From  whom   1  have  had  any  good, 

And  spare  what  they  have  done  amiss. 

Amen. 


BE  THOU  MY  COMFORT,   CHRIST  JESUS. 

TESU!  who  sprung  of  Jesse's  root, 
J      As  to  us  preached  Thy  prophet  meet, 
Of  David's  stem  both  flower  and  fruit, 

Unto  man's  soul  a  savor  sweet ; 
Jesu  !  to  man  great  gifts  who  brought 

When   Gabriel  did  Mary  greet, 
Who  felled  our  foemen  under  foot 

And  took  in  heaven  a    seemly  seat  : 
A  maiden  was  Thy  mother  meet, 

Of  whom  Thou  tookest  flesh  for  us  ; 
As  ye  are  both  to  me  most  sweet 

So  be  my  comfort,  Christ  Jesus. 

Jesu  !  who  wert  in  thy  years  young 

All  fair  and  fresh  of  hide  and  hue. 
When  thou  wert  into  thralldom  thrown 

And  tortured  fierce  by  many  a  Jew, 
When  blood  and  water  were  out-wrung, 

With  beating  was  thy  body  blue  ; 
As  a  clot  of  clay,  as  earth  and  dung, 

Thy  flesh  into  the  grave  they  threw  ; 


^18^ 

HYMNS    TO    JESUS. 

But  grace  upon  thy  grave  up-grew, 
Full  quickly  sprung  up  joy  to  us  ; 

For  Flis  love  who  this  counsel  knew 
Be  Thou  my  comfort,  Christ  Jesus. 

Jesu  !  in  truth  both  God  and  man, 

Two  natures  knit  in  Godhead  one, 
The  wondrous  work  that  thus  began 

Thou  didst  fulfill  in  flesh  and  bone  ; 
Out  of  this  world  flew  swiftly,  then, 

Thou,  lifting  up  Thyself  alone, 
Full  mightily  didst  rise  and  run 

Straight  to  Thy  Father  on  the  throne  ; 
Now  dare  a  man  make  no  more  moan  ; 

For  man  it  was  Thou  wroughtest  thus, 
And  God  with  man  is  made  at  one  ; 

So  be  my  comfort,  Christ  Jesus  ! 

Jesu  !  my  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ! 

Almighty  God  !  there  is  but  One  ! 
O  Christ !  wilt  Thou  my  soul  defend, 

From  Thy  true  faith  may  I  ne'er  turn. 


' ^19^ 

HYMNS   TO   JESUS. 

Jesu  !   my  succor  and  my  food, 

In  body  and  in  soul  also, 
My  God  !  be  Thou  my  greatest  good, 

And  comfort  me  when  cometh    woe  ! 
0  Lord  !  Thou  makest  friend  of  foe, 

Let  me  not  lie  in  languor  thus  ! 
But  see  my  sorrow,  and  say  now  "  Ho," 

And  be  my  comfort,  Christ  Jesus  ! 

Jesu  !  O,  to  my  cry  take  heed  ! 

Great  Prince  of  Peace  !  to  Thee  I  pray ! 
Thou  wouldest  bleed  for  man's  great  need, 

And  surfer  many  a  fearful  fray. 
In  all  my  need  wilt  Thou  me  feed 

With  holy  patience,   now  and  aye, 
My  life  to  lead,  in  word  and  deed, 

As  is  most  pleasant,  in  Thy  way, 
And  to  die  well  when  'tis  my  day  ; 

Jesu  !  who  died  on  earth  for  us, 
Let  me  not  be  the  foul  fiend's  prey, 

But  be  my  comfort,  Christ  Jesus  !      Amen. 


THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS. 

T    OVE  is  life  that  lasteth  aye  ; 
"^     Jesus  Christ  hath  made  it  sure  ; 
Weal  nor  woe  its  power  can  slay  \ 
Wisest  men  have  writ  this  lore. 

Night  love  turneth  into  day  \ 

Toil  it  turneth  into  rest  ; 
Love  thou  well,  and  I  hear  say 

Thou  shalt  have  ever  of  the  best. 


Love  is  thought,  with  great  desire 
Out  of  the  longing  of  the  heart  ; 

Love  I  liken  to  a  fire 

That  may  not  slake  by  any  art. 

Love  doth  cleanse  us  of  our  sin  ; 
Love  to  us  our  bliss  shall  bring  ; 


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^21  ^ 

HYMNS   TO    JESUS. 

Love  the  king's  proud  heart  may  win  ; 
Love  of  joy  may  ever  sing. 

Learn  to  love  if  thou  wilt  live, 

And  when  thou  shalt  henceforth  fare 

All  thy  heart  to  Him  then  give, 

Who  shall  keep  thy  soul  from    care. 

Jesu  !  who  me  Thy  love  hast  lent 

To  Thy  full  love  wilt  Thou  bring  me ! 
Take  unto  Thee  all   mine  intent, 

My  greatest  yearning  wilt  Thou  be  ! 
That  sin  from  me  afar  may  go, 

And  thou  my  coveting  become, 
And  that  my  soul  may  hear  and  know 

Of  Thv  sweet  loving  all  the  song. 

The  joy  that  men  on  earth    enjoy 

Is  full  like  to  the  ivy  gay, 
That  now  is  fresh,  and  fair,  and  green, 

And  withers  now  anon,  away. 


HYMNS   TO  JESUS. 

Such  is  the  world,  all  men  may  know, 
And  such  will  be    till  judgment-day, 

Full  great  the  toil  and  much  the  woe, 
Full  bitter  and  full  fierce  the  fray. 

If  thou  leave  evil  in  thy  thought, 

And  hate  the  filthiness  of  sin, 
And  cling  to  Him  who  hath  thee  bought, 

Then  He  will  come  and  dwell  within. 
For  all  thy  soul  thy  Lord  has  sought, 

No  part  thereof  He  wills  to  miss  ; 
And  thus    shalt  thou    to  joy  be  brought, 

And  in  thy  heart  have  heaven's  bliss. 

Forsooth,  the  way  of  love  is  this  :  — 

Forever  truly  'tis  and  true, 
It  standeth  aye  in  stableness, 

And  leaveth  never  old  for  new ; 
That  wight  that  here  such  love  may  find, 

Or  ever  in  his  heart  it   knew, 
From  care  it  turneth  all  his  mind, 

But  such  a  mirth  there  find  full  few. 


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HYMNS   TO  JESUS. 

Love  is  light  and  burneth  fain  ; 

Love  doth  glad  both  young  and  old  ; 
Love  is  joy  without  a  pain, 

As  lovers  often  have  me  told. 

Love  is  aye  the  sweetest  thing 

That  here  on  earth  is  given  to  man  : 

Love  is  on  high  God's  own  darling  ; 
Love  doth  bind  both  blood  and  bann. 

But  all  our  fleshly  love  shall  fare 

As  fare  the  merry  flowers  of  May, 
Its  pleasantness  shall  last  no  more 

But,  as  it  were,  an  hour  of  day  ; 
Then  sorrow  cometh  on  full  sore, 

With  lust  and  pride,  and  all  their  play, 
And  then  the  soul  is  lost  in  care, 

And  in  the  pain  that  lasteth  aye. 

But  Jesu !   Son  of  God  Thou  art, 
And  Lord  of  most  high   Majesty  ! 


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HYMNS    TO   JESUS. 

Send  Thy  true  love  unto  my  heart, 
And  make  me  only  covet  Thee  ! 

For  who  loves  Him  he  ever  sings, 
To  his  Lord  Christ  in  melody  ; 

The  love  of  Him  o'ercomes  all  things  ; 
In  love  I  live,  in  love  I  die. 


In  pleasantness  and  eke  in  pain 

Thy  sweetest  love  be  ever  mine  ! 
From  Jesus  cometh  all  my  gain, 

My  soul  O  take  it,  Lord,  as  Thine  ! 
For  since  my  wicked  heart  has  known, 

O  Jesu,  Lord,  Thy  love  so  sweet, 
All  woe  away  from  me  has  gone, 

And  ne'er  again  shall  we  two  meet. 

Doomed  was  He  the  cross  to  bear, 
My  Jesu  !  who  was  angels'  food  \ 

With  scourges  Jews  did  wound  him  sore, 
And  bounden  fast  with  cords  He  stood  ; 

His  breast  was  bruised  with  beatings, 


— 525^ 

HYMNS    TO   JESUS. 

With  piercing  spilt  was  His  pure  blood, 
And  painful  thorns  did  crown  that  King 
Who  died  for  me  upon  the  rood. 

White  was  His  cold  and  naked  breast, 

Red  was  His  pierced  and  bloody  side, 
And  grieved  was  His  face  fairest, 

His  piteous  wounds  were  deep  and  wide. 
He  that  thus  wrought  have  all  thy  thought 

And  lead  it  to  His  own  deep  lore  ; 
Give  all  thy  heart  to  Christ,  keep  nought, 

And  love  Him  most  for  evermore. 

In  mirth  he  liveth  night  and  day 

Who  loveth  truly  that  sweet  child, 
All  wrath  from  him  would  ^o  away, 

Were  he  a  man  most  fierce  and  wild. 
It  is  my  Jesus,  sooth  to  say, 

Above  all  men  most  meek  and  mild, 
He  that  in  heart  Him  loves  to-day, 

From  every  ill  He  will  him  shield. 


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HYMNS   TO  JESUS. 

There  is  no  word  on  earth  may  tell 

Of  Jesu's  love  the  great  sweetness, 
And  steadfastly  that  love  shall  dwell, 

That  love,  forever,  is  endless. 
He  shields  me  from  the  power  of  hell  ; 

His  power  and  love  can  never  cease  ; 
And  ne'er  my  foes  my  soul  shall  quell, 

And  ne'er  my  love  for  Him  grow  less. 

For  Jesu's  love  it  lasteth  aye  ; 

To  Him  alone  be  our  longing  ! 
Jesu  the  night  turns  into  day, 

The  darkness  turns  into  day-spring  ! 
Jesu  !  think  on  us  now  and  aye, 

For  thou,  O  Lord,  we  hold  our  King ! 
Jesu  !  O  grant  us  that  we  may 

Thee  ever  love  without  ending. 
Deo  gracias. 


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SEE    WHAT  OUR   LORD   SUFFERED   FOR 
OUR   SAKE. 

T3  0TH  young  and  old,  whoe'er  ye  be, 

In  Jesu's  name  good  cheer  now  make  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  and  look,   and  see, 

What  our  Lord  suffered  for  our  sake. 
As  meek  as  any  lamb  was   He  ; 

Example  of  Him  we  will  take, 
And  suffer,  too,  in  our  degree, 

And  in  His  service  ever  wake. 

And  if  our  friends  forsake  us  here, 

So  that  we  be  left  all  alone, 
On  Jesus  think,  who  bought  us  dear  — 

To  Him  we  may  make  all  our  moan  ; 
For  of  that  Lord  full  oft  we  hear 

What  wrong  He  suffered  foes  among  ; 
Even  His  disciples  fled  for  fear, 

And  none  abode  but  Mary  and  John. 


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If  any  wrong  to  us  be  wrought, 

Be  it  in  word,  either  in  deed, 
Be  of  good  hope  ;  think  in  thy  thought, 

How  God  may  help  us  all  at  need  ; 
And  think  how  Jesus  Christ  us  bought, 

And  for  our  sins  His  blood  must  bleed. 
For  His  own  sins  He  suffered  nought, 

For  He  did  never  sinful  deed. 

If  wicked  men  do  us  defame, 

O,  think  how  Christ  was  bought  and  sold  ; 
To  suffer  for  Him  is  no  shame, 

But  Him  to  serve  let  us  be  bold. 
And  if  men  hurt  us  in  our  name, 

We  must  forgive,  both  young  and  old, 
For,  though  we  suffer  sorest  blame, 

Christ  suffered  more  a  thousandfold. 

And  if  of  poverty  we  'plain, 

And  wanting  are  in  worldly  good, 
Think  we  on  Jesus,  Lord  Sovereign, 


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HYMNS    TO   JESUS. 

How  poor  He  hung  upon  the  rood, 
And  how  He  answered  not  again, 

But  e'er  was  meek  and  mild  of  mood  ; 
To  follow  Him  we  should  be  fain 

In  what  degree  soe'er  we  stood. 

And  though  we  have  foes  on  each  side, 

And  all  about  us  wrong  and  woe, 
Yet  suffer  meekly  and  abide, 

And  think  that  Jesus  suffered,  too. 
And  how  full  mighty  dread  He  bore 

Unto  His  cross  when   He  must  go  \ 
He  suffered  in  His  manhood  more 

Than  e'er  did  man  or  e'er  shall  do. 

Though  we  with  wrong  to  death  be  brought, 
Still  sufferance  is  the  safest  way, 

For  love  of  Christ  who  hath  us  bought, 
And  died  for  us  on  Good  Friday. 

Wherefore  (methinketh  in  my  thought), 
That  we  our  Lord  should  please  and  pay, 


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That  we  should  set  the  world  at  nought, 
And  let  the  wicked  have  their  day. 

If  thou  in  Jesus  have  delight, 

Though  all  the  world  do   thee  assail, 
Do  thus,  and  thou  shalt  know  aright 

That  meekness  shall  thee  most  avail  ; 
For  who  that  suffers  here  despite, 

And  meek  abideth  here  below, 
To  him  'twill  turn  to  great  delight, 

And  endless  joy  for  all  his  woe. 

If  any  do  to  us  amiss, 

Or  us  in  any  wise  offend, 
For  love  of  Jesus,  think  on  this, 

And  let  thy  meekness  wrath  amend. 
Like  Jesus  Christ,  be  one  of  His, 

And  suffer  meek  what  God  will  send, 
Then  shalt  thou  be  with  Him  in  bliss 

That  e'er  shall  last  and  ne'er  shall  end. 

Amen. 


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THE  VIRTUES  OF  THE  NAME  JESUS. 

T  F  thou  wilt  be  well  with  God,  and  have 
grace  to  rule  thy  life,  and  come  to  the 
joy  of  love,  this  name  Jesus,  fasten  it  so  fast 
in  thy  heart  that  it  come  never  out  of  thy 
thought.  And  when  thou  speakest  to  Him, 
and  sayest  "  Jesu  "  through  custom,  it  shall 
be  in  thine  ear  joy,  and  in  thy  mouth  honey, 
and  in  thy  heart  melody :  For  thou  shalt 
think  it  joy  to  hear  the  name  of  Jesus  be 
named,  sweetness  to  speak  it,  mirth  and  song 
to  think  on  it. 

If  thou  think  of  Jesus  continually,  and 
hold  it  stably,  it  purgeth  thy  sin,  it  kindleth 
thine  heart,  it  clarineth  thy  soul,  it  removeth 
anger,  it  doeth  away  slowness,  it  endeth  in 
love  fulfilled  of  charity,  it  chaseth  the  devil, 
it  putteth   out   dread,  it  openeth   heaven,  it 


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HYMNS    TO   JESUS. 

maketh  contemplative  men  have  in  mind  oft 
Jesus,  and  all  vices  and  phantoms  it  putteth 
from  the  lover. 

If  thou  do  after  this  lore,  thou  need'st  not 
covet  many  books.  Hold  love  in  heart  and 
in  work,  and  thou  shalt  have  all  that  we  may 
say  or  write,  for  the  fullness  of  the  law  is 
charity  ;  on  that  hangeth  all. 


